Herbert Nehrlich

The End Of It All - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

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And long before the dust had settledhe himself had vanished, no sound had even vaguelydisturbed the morning as it rose.

And what was left was awe, and an uncertainty of thoughtwhich led to such explosiveand disorderly rebirthingit baffled even spirits who had cometo witness and to overseethe final rising of the emperor.

The Cantadora now appeared, stepped from the cave into the lightand spoke with the authorityof hoarseness and a voice so softthat all the creatures froze, the birds just hovered in midairand Folsom Brook stood still, just short of where the pair of beaverswere stationed to erect their dam.

'It is the last and final time, my children, that I will tolerate the beelzebub this foul abomination of the filththat fell to ground when God created.

I am in charge of all decisions here, all judgment shall be mine and mine alone, I shall destroy this world and leave no tracefor any sparks that live in space to lightde novo from the ashes and the dusta new beginning, for a humankind.'

She spoke and raised her braids towardwhat all had heard, the sound of clarinets, and from the tallest tree descended, gingerlythe figure so well known to all the evil human souls.

And as his hooves touched down onto the grounda great explosion rocked the trees and nearby hills, it spread in a gigantic tidal wave of firethroughout the world, and it left nothing in its wake.

It was the end though no one knew what really didoccur that morning, as their time had truly puffedup into air that had the odour of fresh sulphur, though they had known for centuries about it all.